After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Within a few days, Huo Wujiu and Jiang Suizhou set foot on the road north.

Nowadays, Jiangnan and Jiangbei are unified, and the road goes quite smoothly. When I arrived in Yecheng, it was already July. Yecheng was to the north, which was much cooler than Lin'an, but it taught him two to escape the heat.

Compared with Lin'an, Yecheng is much heavier. From the previous dynasty, Yecheng was the capital of the country, and it has been three to four hundred years.

When entering the city, through the curtain raised by the carriage, Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes and saw the dark black city wall, quietly spreading out under the blue sky. Yecheng is not as shaded by the green willows as Lin'an. The drought-tolerant cypress trees planted outside the city are also darker in color and hidden outside the city wall.

The carriage entered the city sparklingly, and you saw the thick and tall buildings and the spacious and straight roads. When Yecheng was built, it was built wider and square than the shape of Yin-Yang and Eight Diagrams, and its roads were straight. Compared with this, Lin'an looks much more graceful.

On both sides of the road are the commuting people, and the robes they wear are not much the same as those in Lin'an.

Seeing him staring outside, Huo Wujiu who was beside him also leaned forward.

"What are you looking at?" Huo Wugui asked.

Jiang Suizhou looked out the window.

"It's very different from Lin'an," he said.

Huo Wujiu followed his gaze and looked out. He hasn't lived in Yecheng for a few years, but he doesn't see anything new. He then glanced twice, then retracted his gaze, and asked, "Like this place?"

Jiang Suizhou nodded and shook his head again.

"It's not because I like the scenery of Yecheng," he said. "Just with emotion, the scenery is different when the north and south are different from east to west. It is really interesting."

Huo Wujiu's gaze shifted from the window to his face.

He remembered that Jiang Suizhou liked to read travel notes, and he didn't know the meaning of those idlers who wrote the book. But now, I am afraid that Jiang Suizhou likes not those literati who write books, but the lakes, seas and mountains written by those literati.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand and tore off the curtain of the carriage.

"What?" Jiang Suizhou turned his head and was about to ask, but met a kiss from Huo Wugui.

"There will be more to see in the future." Huo Wugui said. "If you like to turn, we don't want the throne. I will take you out to play."

He has a serious tone and his expression doesn't seem to be joking, he can tell that he is serious.

Jiang Suizhou chuckled.

"Don't mess around," he said. "If you don't hold on here, the court will be messy sooner or later."

Huo Wujiu frowned.

Although he wouldn't say that this chaos has nothing to do with him, but thinking of delaying Jiang Suizhou's preferences for these foreign objects, he was a little unhappy.

Jiang Suizhou saw his thoughts.

"I like to see these scenery," he said warmly. "But what I like to watch is that they are too peaceful."

Huo Wujiu looked at him.

Seeing Jiang Suizhou leaning over with a smile, he asked.

"If there is such a day, I wonder if General Huo would like to go on tour with me to see our peaceful and prosperous times?"

Huo Wujiu's Adam's apple moved up and down.

"Extremely happy," he replied in a low voice.

——

When they returned to Yecheng, they got news that Emperor Zhaoyuan's health was getting worse during this time.

Huo Wujiu settled Jiang Suizhou in his mansion in Yecheng and hurriedly entered the palace.

The physical condition of Emperor Zhaoyuan is indeed not optimistic.

His body was not healthy, and the incident of Huo Yuyan's assassination of Huo Wugui reached his ears a few days ago.

He just started to be ill at that time.

When Huo Wujiu entered the palace, Emperor Zhaoyuan had just finished his medicine. The imperial doctor who came out shook his head straight at Huo Shu, who was guarding the door.

Seeing Huo Wugui coming, Huo Shu looked up at him and nodded slightly at him.

Huo Shu was only two years younger than Huo Yuyan and about the same age as Huo Wujiu. She has been a dignified and quiet temperament since she was a child, but when she looked at Huo Wugui, her eyes were a little red.

Huo Wujiu also knew why.

He stepped forward, stood still in front of Huo Shu, bowed to her, and said, "Second sister."

Huo Shu nodded, responded, and then turned sideways, saying: "You go in and have a look, the emperor father has been looking forward to you these few days."

Huo Wujiu nodded, and walked towards Emperor Zhaoyuan's palace.

He just took a step out, but Huo Shu stopped him again.

"No blame," she called.

Huo Wujiu turned his head and saw Huo Shu looking at him. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Big Brother...where is he now?"

Huo Wugui replied: "I came back together, I didn't want his life."

Huo Shu sniffed and said softly, "Thank you."

Huo Wujiu nodded.

About to turn around, I heard Huo Shu say again: "This matter... Brother is sorry for you."

Huo Wujiu didn't speak, and raised his leg into Emperor Zhaoyuan's bedroom.

As soon as he entered the sleeping hall, Huo Wujiu smelled a strong smell of medicine. The smell of this medicine is strong and heavy, and there is a kind of energy that can suppress people's breath, and there is a deep breath of death, which diffuses in the smell of medicine.

Huo Wujiu's brows were tightly furrowed, and his pace quickened.

As soon as he walked to the bed, he heard a few hoarse coughs, lethargic.

When he left, Emperor Zhaoyuan had not been so sick.

Huo Wujiu hurried forward, and as soon as he stopped on the edge of the dragon bed, he heard the person on the bed coughing hoarsely and asked, "Is Wujiu here?"

Huo Wujiu paused, and only after a while, did he respond with a heavy voice.

"Uncle." He whispered.

Then I heard a rustling sound from the bed.

Huo Wujiu hurried forward, and saw Emperor Zhaoyuan on the bed was skinny, almost out of shape, struggling to sit up. The court ladies and eunuchs on both sides hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and after a while, they helped Emperor Zhaoyuan to sit firmly on the bed.

"No blame." Emperor Zhaoyuan raised his head tremblingly and looked at Huo Wugui.

Huo Wujiu did not speak.

I saw that Emperor Zhaoyuan raised his hand and waved away all the eunuchs and ladies in the palace.

After a while, the door fell, leaving only Huo Wujiu and Emperor Zhaoyuan in the entire bedroom.

"This kid Yuyan...I didn't teach him well." As soon as Emperor Zhaoyuan spoke, he was already a little choked.

Huo Wujiu quietly knelt down in front of his bed.

"It's because my nephew is not filial." Huo Wujiu said solemnly. "If something like this happened, my uncle worried."

Emperor Zhaoyuan waved his hand.

"Where is you to blame." He said hurriedly.

Huo Wujiu did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Zhaoyuan asked again: "Then you are trapped in Nanjing because of Yuyan?"

Huo Wujiu looked up at him, paused, but still made no sound.

Emperor Zhaoyuan sighed.

"You don't need to feel guilty, and don't be afraid to get angry with me." He said. "My body and bones, I know in my heart. Even if these many incidents are not caused, it will not last long."

Huo Wujiu tightened his lips.

Emperor Zhaoyuan looked at him.

"I just want to find out the reason." He said.

Huo Wujiu was silent for a moment, took out a few **** letters from his arms and put them on the bedside of Emperor Zhaoyuan.

Emperor Zhaoyuan stretched out his jagged hand and picked up the letter tremblingly.

For a time, only the rustle of letter paper was left in the entire bedroom.

After a long time, I heard a click. Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and saw that it was Emperor Zhaoyuan who was holding the letter, and he was already in tears.

"Uncle." Huo Wujiu frowned and stood up, went forward and took away the letters.

"This is between my eldest brother and me." Huo Wujiu frowned. "Uncle just cares for the illness."

Emperor Zhaoyuan raised his head upon hearing this.

"It's because I didn't teach Yuyan well." He trembled and choked, and his words were a little broken, even the emperor's claim to be forgotten. "I only told him that he was quiet and his mind was deeper, but I didn't expect him to get into the tip of the horns. I also knew that he was filial, and he has been distressed since I was seriously injured, but I didn't expect that he would complain to the eldest brother and you. On his body. He... After this makes me die, what face do I have to meet my eldest brother?"

Speaking of this, Emperor Zhaoyuan choked and couldn't speak.

Huo Wujiu stood there, holding the letter in one hand and looking down at him. After a long silence, the letter in his hand was crumpled.

Then, he squatted down in silence, raised his hand awkwardly and wiped away the tears on Emperor Zhaoyuan's face.

"Don't blame you." Huo Wujiao said slowly.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, Emperor Zhaoyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped Huo Wuji's hand.

That hand, rugged and withered, had no strength left. However, Huo Wujiu couldn't move, and he held a stalemate for a moment before letting Emperor Zhaoyuan hold him.

"Uncle now, you shouldn't have said that." Emperor Zhaoyuan exhaled a trembling sigh, with some pleading in his tone. "No blame, I won't let Yuyan inherit Datong anymore. He is already in poor health and has a heavy mind. He sits on the throne. I don't worry about him or you."

As he said, he shook Huo Wugui's hand.

"I know that you don't care about this throne, but I have to give it to you. My uncle feels assured of you, and I want to make it to you. My uncle hasn't been alive for a long time. After I die, the world is all right. It’s yours."

Huo Wujiu was silent for a moment without speaking.

"These should be yours originally." Emperor Zhaoyuan said.

Huo Wujiu suddenly said, "It shouldn't have been originally."

Emperor Zhaoyuan looked at him. The sick eyes are always muddy. At this moment, the cage is covered with a layer of mist, which looks a little pitiful and hazy.

"This battle is not for the world, not for fame, but only for my brother Huo Jiajun, who can have a place and enjoy peace and happiness." Huo Wujiu said slowly. "This was what my father said during the Jiegan Uprising."

Emperor Zhaoyuan's tears fell again.

"Big Brother..."

"Father's wish is now fulfilled." Huo Wugui said. "Uncle, I understand what you mean. I will do things for you that you don't worry about, but these things were not originally what I wanted to take."

Emperor Zhaoyuan nodded with tears.

"Then, you can only accept the compensation from your uncle, okay?" Emperor Zhaoyuan said. "Then... Uncle has a ruthless invitation."

Huo Wujiu knew what he wanted to say.

Sure enough, Emperor Zhaoyuan continued.

"Uncle just wants you to keep Yuyan alive after he dies. For the rest of his life, even if he is deposed as a general under house arrest, it is good." Emperor Zhaoyuan said. "You should only give him a chance and give him a punishment, let him reflect on it, okay?"

Huo Wujiu kept silent, and after a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Then, in exchange, I also want to make a request to my uncle." He said.

"You said." Zhaoyuan said.

"This throne is a gift from my uncle, so I want to use it as a gift and give it to another person, okay?"

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